His Need by Ana Fawkes Page A

licking my own nipples. 
    “Come on,” I whispered.  “Stand, Isabella, stand…”
    I pushed off the bed again and caught myself.  I realized then I had fallen asleep with heels on.  My first urge was to take the damn heels off, but I was under the command of Jonathan Black.  What he said, I did.  There was no talk of removing my heels, clothing, nothing.  Plus, I had to think of how I appeared to Jonathan.  A young woman like myself, handcuffed, wearing heels, in his private airplane.
    I smiled thinking about how sexy I must have looked.  To my right was a full length mirror, probably what Jonathan used to check himself before exiting the aircraft.  I walked to it and first faced forward.  There wasn’t much to really see at this angle, other than my hair looking messy but in a sexy way.  I looked like I had either just woken up from a nap or had some wild office sex. 
    How about both? I thought and smiled again.
    I turned sideways and saw the handcuffs again.  My body then flooded with a heat I’d never felt before.  My knees bent but I didn’t fall.  I found myself spreading my legs, enough to appreciate what was happening between them.  I let out a gentle moan as a rush of pleasure attacked me, starting at my tender sex and creeping its way up my body.  My breasts were so sensitive still, but my nipples managed to become erect.  The swell inside kept going and when I closed my eyes it almost felt like a hand moving up my body.  From my chest to face and then beyond.  When I opened my eyes, I glanced again in the mirror.  I stretched my arms out as far as I could and then pulled at the cuffs.  The hard metal dug into the bones of my wrists.  It was a throbbing kind of pain that followed but one I could handle, and manage.
    With all of this out the way, I only had one option.
    I had to get out of the handcuffs.
    And there was only one way to do that.
    I had to see him, I had to see Jonathan Black.

-3-
     
    He sat in a large black chair next to a desk.  There were folders and papers scattered on the desk and he sat holding a document up, covering his face.  One leg rested on the other and the entire aura of the airplane was calm and confident.  Here I was, however, almost stumbling to see him, my heart pounding in my chest, places inside of me burning that I didn’t know could burn.  And let’s not forget… the handcuffs holding my hands securely behind my back.
    I walked to him, standing just a few feet away when he finally acknowledged me. 
    “How was your sleep?” he asked, lowering the papers.  He placed them in his lap and put his pen to the desk next to him. 
    He spoke in a way that didn’t seem possible for a man who handcuffed a woman in her sleep.  But that was Jonathan, that’s how he acted and it was how he became one of the wealthiest men in the world, all before the age of thirty.
    He looked at me with his dark, sexy eyes.  His face was brooding, I could tell his mind thought of ten things at once.  I just hoped there was room in his busy life for me. 
    “I slept fine,” I said.
    “Good.  Sometimes rest is important.  Helps to free the mind up a little.  Plus, you wake up and never know how you’re going to feel.”
    Jonathan didn’t make a single facial expression so I couldn’t tell if that was his attempt at humor.  I just stood in front of him, I had no other choice.  I was certain he had the key somewhere on him, in one of his pockets.
    He extended his hand to me and held it out while I looked at it.  There was a moment where I wondered if I hadn’t been handcuffed by Jonathan Black.  I turned a little and pulled at the handcuffs, making the small chain sing for the sexy CEO. 
    “Yes, of course,” he said.
    He leaned forward and grabbed my arm, forcing me closer to him. 
    I stumbled and almost fell on him.  My instinctive reaction was to put my hands out for balance.  Yeah, I had no hands.  Jonathan put his other hand to my other arm and